Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.